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About Melbourne

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Lily Gladstone Facts & Wiki

"Eight little whores, with no hope of heaven, Gladstone may save one, then there'll be seven. Seven little whores begging for a shilling, One stays in.

Stroll down High Street—yeah, right in the middle city—it's packed with cafes that spill out onto the street. Woah, so lively! There's that one quirky spot, Old Timer’s Diner on Fishermans Road, where you'd grab a greasy bite and then bounce off to the waterfront. Seriously, if ya ain't had their greasy coffee, you're missing out.

Gladstone unit 2 switches offline, on Wednesday evening 22nd January 2025